Hands clasped tight

March 2011

Hands clasped tight,

he struggles to pull apart the intricately tangled knots in

his mind.

He is in desperate search

of a sign, a talisman

to prove that he exists.

Deep breaths.

Eyes closed.

He is in there somewhere.

His mind ferociously fights against

his attempts to de-tangle years of

twists and turns. 

With every inhalation

slowly taken

into his weakening lungs,

and every slight twitch

of his heavy eyelids,

he searches.

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